Harley designs

Harley sat down onto the BatComputer’s chair, and pulled out a pen and some paper. “So I was thinkin’,” she stated as she started to scribble out looks for herself. “Maybe I can fake Nightwing’s ****, and then a little while later reveal myself as the ‘new Nightwing!’ I don’t have to change much, maybe say that ‘I’ was a sidekick in training? And I’m taking up the name in ‘his’ honor! It’ll be perfect!” She finished sketching, and showed Bruce. “This is what I think my new suit should be!”

From the way it was illustrated with little notes, it seemed that the new Nightwing suit was going to be a very dark, near black colored red. The bright blue bird-design of the logo that went all around the shoulders and back of the costume was now made up of diamonds. The mask, which was usually large and sharp, was now a bit smaller and softer. Everything else though, seemed to be the same with the Nightwing costume.

“Looks like you’ve already gotten the design part out of the way. Good.” Bruce said, emotionless as ever. “Now, we’ll have to deal with the Dick Grayson part of it. We can’t just hide you and say you’re you when you reveal yourself. We need to have Dick Grayson say it publicly, through an interview or the like. But the problem is is that our holographic and voice mimicking technology can only go so far. We will need to hire someone to pretend to be you, preferably a shape shifter.”

“Well, I don’t wanna use Clayface,” Harley said incredulously. “Can we get another hero? Hopefully someone who’s low profile.”

“I think I know someone.” Batman said. “But for now, I think we could all use some rest.” Harley agreed, and she and Bruce went up the Bat-elevator to the main mansion of Wayne Manor. Going into their respective rooms, they both went to bed, tired.